evolution of butterlies (part 3)

November 30, 2008

butterflies on the rocks

bends over
shows the red lace

stretched against
silk skin

she slowly adds
ice to a new drink

watching the clock
tick saturday night

seconds of lonely
i fold dollar

bills into
origami butterflies


Evolution of Butterflies (a study of) part 2

November 29, 2008

Butterflies on the Rocks (six sentences)

She has a nightly habit of dropping coasters and half damp books of matches between the tables. As a solicitation of higher tips she bends over knees locked and picks them up, putting them back on the tray always casually giving me a sideways glance.  This routine inevitably allows me to catch a glimpse of just the edge of lace on her red panties stretched tight against her silk bronze skin.   Like a downtown dancer after one revolution around the pole she spins, leans over the bar with her new breasts still sore from surgery and slowly adds ice to a drink.  I study her calves as she leans forward and watch the bar clock slowly tick away seconds of Saturday night lonely. Quietly, I stir my drink and practice folding dollar bills into origami butterflies.


Happy Thanksgiving

November 28, 2008

clara11We spent the day with family enjoying the dinner and the beautiful day.  I especially loved the time spent with Auntie Clara–is there a story in this face or what?

This angel is full of stories about growing up on the plains of Wyoming during cattle roundups before dirt roads when there was only wide spots.  She told me of hauling in enough rock by horse drawn wagon to build a stone house.  She spoke of how her family hitched up the wagon and drove it to Chugwater, Wyoming, housed the horses in the stable and from there took the train to Cheyenne.
She stated that the women in her family once they reached 90 never knew how to die and we are glad of that stubbornness.  Clara is 94 and sometimes lets her pet raccoons into her kitchen to share her meals on wheels that are delivered daily to her.  I asked her if she had any regrets?

“Not a damn one.  I have always done as I pleased”


evolution of butterflies ( a study of)

November 27, 2008

What is found below is a one sentence piece.  Many friends say they can’t write except for poetry.  What will follow is a six sentence (part 2) taken/adapted from this one sentence aka part 1.  These two will be followed by part 3 which is a poem.  I really don’t think they are flash fiction, maybe prose poetry, but labels are really for those that need to define.


evolution of butterflies (a study of) part 1

November 27, 2008

butterflies on the rocks (one sentence)

she has a habit of dropping coasters, books of matches between the tables; as a  solicitation of higher tips she bends over knees locked, shows the edge of the lace on her red panties against silk bronze skin and like a dancer after one revolution around the pole she spins, leans over the bar with her new breasts still sore and slowly adds ice to a drink as we fold dollar bills into origami butterflies


she told me sometimes indians are better than stars

November 25, 2008

first blow job at 13
all the way

two weeks later
with her brother’s friend

hanging off the seat
of a LTD top down

looking up counting
stars

how i wonder where you are

until it was over

last night’s
appointment

john from cleveland
likes to play

cowboys & indians
staring at the ceiling

tiles
counting perforations

one little
two little
three little…

until it was over


Announcing Shoots and Vines

November 24, 2008

Hey, go check this new online magazine out, SHOOTS and VINES.  A friend of mine just launched it.  They are seeking good work of all kinds to publish and I know a few people who just may fit.  So, if you see any of my work, leave me a holler.  It is updated regularly, so put it on your list.